Sleep

i like sleep.

those few hours where everything is just

Silence and vivid imagination.

where no one and nothing truly matters until you wake up.

no racing mind.

no pounding heart.

just silence and vivid imagination.

an in between state where nothing and anything can happen.

This poem is about: 
Me

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